Twist it,
Turn it,
Push it in.
Plunge it to its hilt,
Dear friend.
Dig the blade all around,
Untill my body hits the ground.
Now stand and look,
Where I lay,
And watch my life just bleed away.
No remorse as you walk for the door.
But what can I say,
Thats what friends are for.
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silveronthetree:
Stay away from those loosers sweetie.
silveronthetree:
Tell me about Chicago. Are there great places to go with blues bands? Is it really windy?